You'll do it right now, in public

"Why wait?" You shrug. "Let's do it right here, in the cafe."

"Wow. Uh, now?" Sabrina looks around hesitantly.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked public spaces. Plus, we've got at least twenty minutes before we need to leave."

"Yeah but..." Sabrina tucks a dark strand of hair behind her ear. "Usually I'd pick somewhere less busy, and wear a more casual outfit."

You strategically respond, "I think your clothes right now are perfect. You look great."

"Ah, thanks." Sabrina blushes. Usually she takes compliments more gracefully, but her voice is getting breathy and she seems less composed. "What did you have in mind?"

"What do you feel like doing right now?" You pull out your phone and open the camera app.

Sabrina wets her lips as she thinks. "Point the camera under the table. Up..." She takes a deep breath. "Up my skirt."

"No problem." Your fingers shake as you discreetly place your phone on your lap. On the screen, you can make out a pair of light panties between Sabrina's partly spread legs.

"Okay," she murmurs in an uncharacteristically uncertain tone. "Start recording."

You tap the circle. Slowly, Sabrina's hands creep down her thighs and under her skirt. Nobody around you two could possibly tell exactly what she's up to. It's obvious where this is going, but you're filled with anticipation anyway. If her fast breathing is any indication, she feels the same way.

Sabrina discreetly slides her panties down her legs. In a matter of seconds, your camera is given a perfect, unobstructed - if dark - view of her shaved pussy. Leaning back slightly to see better, you look past your phone to stare at her bare vagina. It's even more amazing in real life, and anyone in this cafe could see it if they were at the right angle. You're entranced.

In the corner of your eye, Sabrina smiles at you while she seductively slips her underwear over her shoes. Then, suddenly, you notice a barista approaching your table, and you quickly straighten. "Sabrina," you whisper and nod at the server.

Gasping, Sabrina abruptly tosses her sky-blue panties onto your lap, just in front of your phone, before placing both of her arms politely on the table before her. Just like that, in under a second, you'd never even know she was anything but a professional, upstanding student intern. The barista must agree, because she cheerfully says, "Sorry about the wait. Here's your food!"

"Thanks," you mumble as she leaves. Sabrina, however, raises her eyebrows and spreads her legs a little. It occurs to you that you're still pointing your phone up her skirt, and she's giving you - well, the camera - a better view of her pussy. That instant behaviour switch again... she's unbelievable.

After filming enough of her publicly exposed vagina, you end the recording. "That was terrifying," breathes Sabrina, even as her grin persists.

"Do you want another take? Your performance was awesome, but..."

"No, I actually think..." Sabrina crosses her legs. "Almost being caught was a nice touch. That made it so much more intense. It really got me, you know..." She brings her coffee to her lips.

"Yeah, I was definitely feeling the energy there." A formal, corporate way of saying that you're at least halfway to a boner now.

Sabrina opens her phone. "Anyway, we should - oh, crap." She rubs her forehead. "I just remembered, Gavin wanted me to shadow him in this meeting. I really have to go."

"Now?" No! You were just in the middle of... whatever that was.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry." Sabrina stands up and takes her sandwich. "I'll have to eat this on the way. You can finish my coffee, I've barely touched it."

Getting to drink trace amounts of her saliva is a poor consolation prize. "It's fine. We had a productive meeting, right?"

Sabrina lets out a little laugh. "Agreed. Send me the video, okay?"

Once again, Sabrina leaves you feeling teased out of a happy ending. At least you've gotten way more than you bargained for when you looked at her computer last night. As you put your phone away, you notice the blue garment on your seat.

Sabrina's underwear. Uh oh. That meeting is going to be interesting for her.

Checking to make sure nobody's watching, you pick up her panties and, well, check them out. They're pretty plain compared to what you've seen her wear in her videos - you guess Sabrina didn't come to work prepared to show them to anyone - but the knowledge that they're fresh off her ass and pussy makes them the hottest piece of clothing you've ever held. To your delight, you realise she's left a little wetness behind. It's not soaked through, but when you touch the inside, something sticky comes off.

Resisting the urge to sniff them right there in the cafe, you carefully fold Sabrina's panties and tuck them in your inner pocket.